Song of Songs 4:11-13

Tree of Life Version

¹¹ Your lips, my bride,
    drip honey from the honeycomb.
    Honey and milk
    are under your tongue.
The scent of your garments
    is like the aroma of Lebanon.
¹² A locked garden is my sister, my bride,
    an enclosed spring, a sealed fountain.
¹³ Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates
with choice fruit,
henna with nard